What has any poet to trust more than the feel of the thing? Theory concerns him only until he picks up his pen, and it begins to concern him again as soon as he lays it down.

There's nothing wrong with sobriety in moderation.

The day will happen whether or not you get up.

Let our love be like an arch- two weaknesses leaning together to form one strength.

Gentility is what is left over from rich ancestors after the money is gone.

You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.

Men marry what they need. I marry you.

Fermentation and civilization are inseparable.

Written by a sponge dipped in warm milk and sprinkled with sugar.

The classroom should be an entrance into the world, not an escape from it.

The reader deserves an honest opinion. If he doesn't deserve it, give it to him anyhow.

Spirituality believes in oneness and universal consciousness.

Life's too short, drive it like ya stole it!

Our spirit requires freedom in every area of our lives. The barriers that stop our soul from free expression are doubt, guilt, resentment, and thoughts of lack or limitation.

He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.

That's the only thing that matters, honey, for someone to see more in you than you thought there was to see.

'As you have made your bed, so you must lie on it'; which again is simply a lie. If I have made my bed uncomfortable, please God I will make it again.

Am I self-righteous? Why not? It's not like I can count on you to be righteous for me.

In the old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press.

If I correctly understand the sense of this succinct observation, our poet suggests here that human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.

Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind.